imagination is gone
my head is empty
i dream at night
but they slip away as the day breaks
words flow through my finger tips when commanded
but they take time
i see faces
places and times as if i was there
but they come and go
when i think back it isn't as vivid
the sun sets and i dream again
and the cycle repeats
over and over again
i'm stuck
who built this wall
and when can i finally break it down?
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Into My Mind
PoetryThis book describes what goes on in my head. It let's you see what I think about, or what I'm feeling at the moment. Some are actual stories that I may, or may not continue. Others are not exactly poems, but thoughts that I need to get out. My soul...
